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My Novel (1884–5) I Bk V 392: Please the pigs, then [...] I shall pop the question!at an’t please the pigs, phr.
My Novel (1884–5) I Bk V 392: Please the pigs, then [...] I shall pop the question! My Novel (1884–5) I Bk IV 287: Sum ’un who does not think small beer of hisself.at think small beer of (v.) under small beer, n.
My Novel (1884–5) I Bk IV 286: ‘Bumptious is bumptious, and gumptious is gumptious,’ said the landlord, delighted to puzzle the parson.at bumptious, adj.
My Novel (1884–5) II Bk XII 474: No — I don’t promise. I must first see how the cat jumps.at see which way the cat jumps (v.) under cat, n.1
My Novel (1884–5) I Bk III 176: Ay, I’d ha’ ta’en my davy on that.at davy, n.
My Novel (1884–5) II Bk XI 288: Poor Hodge thinks moral force is all my eye.at hodge, n.
My Novel (1884–5) I Bk I 41: Though the Squire was inclined to be very friendly to all his neighbours, he was, like most country gentlemen, rather easily huffed.at huff, v.
My Novel (1884–5) II Bk XI 394: I dare say it is all a humbug.at humbug, n.
My Novel (1884–5) I Bk VI 487: He had a passion for independence, which [...] was not without grandeur. No lick-platter, no parasite, no toad-eater, no literary beggar.at lickdish (n.) under lick, v.2
My Novel (1884–5) I IV 257: Give the neddy a shove out i’ the vay.at neddy, n.1
My Novel (1884–5) I Bk IV 282: The pad stopped, and put down both ears with the air of a pad who has made up her mind to bait.at pad, n.1
My Novel (1884–5) II Bk XI 395: As for that black-whiskered alligator, the Baron, let me first get out of those rambustious, un-christian, filbert-shaped claws of his.at rumbustious, adj.
My Novel (1884–5) I Bk IV 327: He was a sad dog.at sad dog (n.) under sad, adj.
My Novel (1884–5) I Bk I 880: He was sent to school to learn his lessons, and he learns them. You calls that sapping – I call it doing his duty.at sap, v.1
My Novel (1884–5) II Bk XI 286: He has been in strange humours and tantrums all the morning.at tantrum, n.2
My Novel (1884–5) I Bk VI 477: Nothing could be more vagrant, devil-me-carish, and, to use a slang word, tigerish, than his whole air.at tigerish (adj.) under tiger, n.
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